46. Reaper #2
“What about losing yourself to a man?” I raised my brows and hit my cigarette.
It was a serious question I had because Ream came along changing things and the way I had my feelings set up.
I didn’t want a relationship but found myself pissed off when he fucked me so good and left me in my bed alone.
I wanted to turn over and look into his hazel-brown eyes the next day.
Shit like that confused me, I didn’t want to appear weak or needy for him.
Yet, I craved him like crazy. When we didn’t talk for that long period of time, I couldn’t get him off my mind.
I loved and hated his cocky, arrogant attitude.
He wasn’t afraid of the challenge he saw when it came to me like most men.
I wasn’t too much for him and that was something I admired.
“You wouldn’t lose yourself Mattea. Your too strong of a woman for that. It’s okay to be a little tough, not every man wants a delicate female. Especially with the life Ream lives, I feel as though you would complement him.” She smiled as she dropped her cigarette inside her opened foam cup.
“Damn that Dr. Pepper was kind of good, Whitley? Go grab me another.” She told one of her big bodyguards as she focused on me.
“Give it time, right now my son likes you so much and has all these hidden feelings for you that he’s denying it, like you are with him.
Getting rid of my grandchild is going to have him in overdrive.
He’s going to try to teach you a lesson like his daddy tries to do to me a lot.
My advice is to beat him at his own game. ” I had to smile at that.
“You want me to go to Jamaica, I’m supposed to record a new song this week at one of Hakeem’s friend’s studio.
” I suddenly remembered. My last studio session didn’t go as planned; I almost killed a nigga for recording me on the sly.
I enjoyed singing and listening to myself after completing a song.
I was starting to take it more seriously because I realized it eased a lot of my anxiety from me. She waved her hand and smiled.
“You can record in Jamaica; my father was a musician in his spare time. Jamaica is his hometown; he has a fully equipped studio that my cousin keeps up for other Jamaican recording artists.” I perked up at that.
Recording a song in another country would be something different.
I couldn’t wait to get away for a couple of days in do what I now found was enjoyable which was singing.
I made it home after a long day of shopping and hitting an upscale bar with Rellianah.
We would have stayed out longer but her husband called her demanding she come home.
I was slightly tipsy and feeling good as hell, I flopped down on my sectional couch and marveled at all the bags that littered my living room floor.
I didn’t feel like going through the bags so, I lazily got up and went to my hallway closet to grab my Gucci suitcases as a reminder for the morning to pack the things I wanted to take with me to Jamaica.
On the way to my room, I got a funny feeling while I started my shower water.
Grabbing my gun and taking it with me to my bathroom, I started up my shower water and stripped out of my clothes.
I sat my gun down at the edge of my bathroom counter and grabbed my knotless braids and placed them in a high bun.
Next, I placed my shower cap on top of my head and stepped into my big walk-in shower, and let the hot water hit my back as I sang a new song that I wrote a couple of days ago.
It would be a plus if I could find a Jamaican singer to get on the track and sing along with me.
I stayed in the shower for an hour in a half then stepped out to dry off.
The cold air from stepping out of the shower always made my body relax even more.
I dried off and grabbed my gun off the counter and headed out turning the lights off.
Looking up, Ream set on my bed looking roughly handsome as fuck with no facial expression upon his face.
“You really got to work on calling before you just invite yourself in my house.” I mumbled sitting the gun down on my dresser.
This was my house so he would have to deal with seeing me naked.
I wasn’t covering up, I proceeded to put on deodorant and use my body butter.
I reached in my drawer to get some pajama shorts and a top to put on. I felt him standing behind me.
“You taking a flight out somewhere Mattea?” He asked as he stared at me intently through my dresser mirror.
I could feel my breathing change as the strong smell of his cologne crept up my nose.
I struggled with turning around to face him, I did so anyways to prove to him that he didn’t have that big of an effect on me.
I was starting to fail miserably. Looking deep into his hazel brown eyes, I could fill my pussy throbbing.
He had the nerve to rock gray sweats and The Ruler was on hard, standing at attention.
“He has a mind of his own. Right now, I’m asking you a question. Answer it, Mattea.” His arrogance was pouring right out of him, he couldn’t help himself, it’s just who he was.
“I’m going out the country, with a newfound friend.
” I smiled and stopped talking as he pulled his snug shirt over his head.
I got caught up with trying to count the lines of veins in his arms. His eight-pack looked perfectly sculpted, my mouth started to water.
He took off my shower cap as I licked my lips to lubricate my words.
“Keep talking.” He said lowly tracing my collarbone, letting his callous fingers trace down between my breasts.
He never broke eye contact, I didn’t know if he was still mad or happy.
My mind went back to what his mom told me.
Beat him at his own game. I stepped back and away from him, I felt better having a good distance from him.
Talking over my shoulder, I walked back into my bathroom to brush my teeth.
“A friend, that’s all you need to know. You might be hitting the pussy, but you don’t run me, and I don’t have to check in with you when it comes down to doing what the fuck I want.” I heard him snickering lowly as I spit the tooth paste out and went to gargle with Listerine.
“I really don’t know where you find the courage, but that shit turns me the fuck on Mattea. Watch your words and how you use them and direct them to me. I just gave you, your first pass of the night. I won’t have mercy when I’m deep inside of those guts, rearranging shit. Got me?”
“Got me?” I mimicked him as he stood at the entrance of my bathroom. “Who said you getting some pussy tonight? You won’t be getting shit.” I rolled my eyes.
“The pussy is wet Mattea, she was wet the moment you laid eyes on me. Stop bullshitting and lying to yourself.” He smiled.
“Oh well, I won’t deny how fine you are, so I guess she reacts to shit like that.
Doesn’t mean I want to fuck you tonight, for you just to leave like I’m some kind of-” I caught myself and cursed under my breath.
I wasn’t beating him at his own game, I was losing to whatever game he was trying to play with me.
I clamped my lips tight and went to put my pajama shorts and top on.
Looking over at him, his smile now reached his eyes as he licked his succulent lips and sucked his bottom lip into his mouth.
“If you wanted daddy and The Ruler to stay, you should have just said that baby. Keep those ugly ass pajamas off, I was starving when I walked into this cold-ass house of yours. I’m ready to eat now.
” His facial expression was back serious, I felt weak in the knees and had to take a seat at the edge of my bed with my shorts still in a puddle at my feet.
I hated Ream, he made me feel…different.
I wanted to stay in control of my feelings and keep that hard-ass demeanor intact but looking up into his eyes while he kneeled before me had me softening up.
Ream had captured me and had no clue, about how he had me feeling each time we were alone with no distractions.
He softly kissed my knee, then spread my legs apart.
He kissed and licked then skipped over my pussy as he started his tormenting.
“You going on a trip with that lawyer nigga Mattea?” this time he let his tongue tickle the lips of my pussy, swiping his tongue over my clit he removed his tongue and returned back to kissing my inner thighs.
My pussy already started to react by gushing out onto my silk sheets that I had just bought.
I let my head fall back as my mouth opened up.
“Answer me.” He stated sternly, his deep baritone voice sent vibrations throughout my body as a moan slipped through my lips.
“No Ream, just a new friend.” I cooed as I grabbed his shoulders, he wasn’t stopping at that though and I knew it.
He licked my thighs slowly and bit down with a little force causing me to yelp until he started to suck slowly and steady.
I was for certain that I would have another purple bruise from him biting and sucking all over me.
He was marking his territory like a dog did when they pissed on trees, I needed to stop him from doing that shit but it felt too good.
“Female or male?” He made his way back to my mound and slid his tongue downward and this time he latched on to my swollen clit and started to suck and blow softly on it until my toes started to curl.
“A female Ream. Oh God, please don’t fucking stop baby.” He paused and looked up at me with a lust-filled smile.
“Say that shit again Mattea.” He stiffened his tongue and focused on my clit and licked steady in hard like he was trying to pull the cum from me.